My Very First Time_(0)

I have never written a story about my life before, and having shared my secrets with my partner, he insists that I share my very amazing past with the world, so here goes.
I have always been inquisitive where sex is concerned even from an early age. I am now a grown woman of 27 and enjoying a very varied and healthy sex life, the sky is the limit. When I was younger, like all young girls I guess, I always had fantasies about meeting this man who would show me how to be fucked properly in every position and show me the right way to enjoy every aspect of sex. I just love it. My early days were very naughty to say the least, but my inquisitive mind never seems to let me down.
My mother and father split when I was very young. I lived with mom and saw dad at regular intervals, summer holidays Christmas Easter etc. Dad was always saying how beautiful his young daughter was, he constantly told me to be careful with men as they were only after one thing, ‘daddy your daughter is only after one thing too’ I used to think to myself. I wanted to be fucked and I was sure there was no way that I was gonna wait until I was 16. He was always in fear of me losing my cherry at a very young age. How right he was.
When I was eleven mom got herself a new man. His name was Terry; about the same age as mom, around 30ish. He worked on the building site as a labourer so he kept himself pretty fit. I would treat Terry as a big brother and we got on really well. I had a very high desire for sex even at this age. My friends all talked about playing after school games and the like. I wanted to play after school games as well, but not the same as they did.
Terry was good to me; he used to help me with my homework and always commented how I would grow up to be a lovely young lady. I was flattered by his attention and found myself responding in more ways than one.
My earliest vivid memory of anything ‘really’ happening was when I was still eleven. One day whilst Mom was preparing dinner, Terry assisted me with my homework. I had my books spread out on the table as I always did. I was aware of him being very close and felt rather curious as to what he was up to. I never pulled away as I wanted to experience anything that was on offer. I was looking at this one question when his hand came over to rest on my shoulder and he drew himself closer ‘to get a better look’ at the question, yer right!!. Just the closeness of him made me have butterflies in my stomach. His hand somehow found its way down my back onto my very firm ass. I was shocked in a way but at no time did I complain, in fact I felt myself moving my ass to the feel of his hand.
“Now come on you pair, I thought that you were supposed to be doing homework”? Mom’s voice came as such a shock as she was standing behind me observing it all.
“Sorry” Terry replied with a smirk on his face “Got a bit carried away there”. He looked at Mom who was also smiling, and planted a real hard kiss on her lips. “My my someone is turned on” she chuckled and then walked back to the kitchen to attend the dinner.
I looked at Terry in shock but he just smiled back and said “Relax me and your Mom know the score”. What did he mean? I was totally confused by it all, I gathered my books off the table and made my way to my bedroom.
How come Mom didn’t say anything? How come she was so calm about it? And how much did she actually see? My heart was racing and my stomach felt all tight. I lay on my bed thinking long and hard about what was going on. But in the mayhem of my mind I still came back to the feel of Terry’s hand caressing my ass, I was so turned on by this that my hand was now rubbing my virgin cunt through my panties. I started to slip my hand into the waistband of my panties to feel my flaming cunt.
“Dinners ready” Mom shouted from downstairs, which bought me back to reality. I jumped up off the bed; I was so worked up now that I know my face would give me away. I looked in the mirror and flicked my blond hair out of my eyes, as I did so I caught the scent of my juices on my fingers. It smelt heavenly and I looked in the mirror at myself as I sniffed at my fingers and then slowly put them to my mouth. A sharp intake of breath shocked me really as I didn’t expect my self to react that way. My other hand was rubbing my throbbing aching cunt.
“Did you hear me Sally, your dinner is on the table”
“Coming Mom” I never said a truer word, I would have been I’m sure if her voice hadn’t have stopped me. I somehow pulled myself together and mad my way downstairs, as I did so I could feel my wet panties rubbing against my clit.
I sat down to dinner not saying a word and unable to look Mom or Terry in the eyes.
“How’s school these days?” Mom broke the silence
“Ok thanks” I answered sheepishly.
“You’re not embarrassed of what happened earlier are you” Mom said with a big smile on her face, “Think nothing of it, I haven’t”. But why? I asked myself, did she not love this man, or was she trying for something else?
There wasn’t an hour went by that I didn’t think of the way that mom and Terry reacted in their relationship, were they true to each other? I used to think.
Nothing ‘major’ happened since that incident, but I still couldn’t get the thought of his hand caressing my ass out of my mind, although it had been over a week since it had happened.
After another boring day at school I came home and let myself in as usual, mom and Terry being at work. I had thought about nothing but the feel of Terry’s hand on my ass. I had been in the state of ‘arousal’ all day to say the least.
It was around 4 p.m. and as I had the house to myself for at least an hour I went to my bedroom to read a ‘dirty’ magazine that I kept under my mattress. I was reading this one story of a young girl who was having an affair with her neighbour’s husband. I imagined it to be myself and Terry in the story. At this young age I had never experienced an orgasm, well not a proper one or had any sexual experience whatsoever, but there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t wonder what it was like. The story in the book was written with the words that I understood, like caressing, pussy, erection etc, but I liked to use the words that made me feel tingly inside. Words like wanking, fucking hard on etc. I used to substitute these words in my head as I read the story out loud to myself. This used to get me unbelievably aroused.
I was so engrossed in the magazine and never realised the time, my hand was rubbing my virgin cunt on the outside of my panties, and I was feeling warmer than I ever felt before. I suddenly stopped my heart beating so hard that I could feel it bursting at my temples. I heard my bedroom door creak as it opened slowly. There in the doorway was Terry. My stomach knotted with the thought that he had seen me with my hand frigging my crotch. I shot up sitting upright on the bed not knowing where to look.
“Whats all this then” Terry said smiling as he neared the bed. I couldn’t speak I had no spit in my mouth to even swallow. He sat on the bed and reached out to touch my foot which was still covered by my white socks that I had to wear as part of the school uniform.
“No need to be afraid, we’re all human and have these feelings” he said.
I looked up at him and he smiled back at me, I faced him, still unable to speak.
“No need to get upset Sally, you’re only doing what is natural, don’t worry”
“But what about you telling mom?” I answered, “What will she say?” At that moment my Mom entered the room, my heart filled my throat.
“What about Mom?” she said as she approached the two of us on the bed, “We were both watching you for quite a while”.